Xanatos sits in a grimy, darkened room which appears to have once been a medbay. Long abandoned, it seems to have been recently converted into a storage room. Several lockers and canisters have been piled against the walls and the battered and scratched medical table is covered in rusted tools and broken droid parts.

The CEO of Off-World Mining Corporation is seated on the floor at the foot of the medical table, his hands cuffed behind him to one of the legs which bolts the table to the floor. His long hair is matted and dishevelled, and grime covers his extravagant robes.

The door to the room slides open, and Captain Lorth Needa of the Galactic Stratocracy is dragged in by a pair of weequay and shoved roughly to the floor beside Xanatos. He sports a nasty gash on the left side of his head and his uniform smells of ozone. One of his captors pulls out a pair of stun cuffs and secures the captain to the other leg of the medical table, saying something to his companion in Sriluurian as he does so. The pair laugh coarsely as they exit the room, slamming the door roughly behind them.